Angel Of The First Degree - Chapter 4: Starcourt

Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 4: Starcourt

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 4322 words A sneak peek at what to expect from this fic here

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: Quality time. Acts of service. Words of affirmation. Gift giving. Physical Touch. All the languages of love are here and accounted for.

When you were in Eddie’s room, it was like there was no line between where your body ended and the universe began. You were at peace, not monitoring yourself and your body for a million and one inconsequential things.

How do the rolls of my belly look like this? Was that a dumb thing to say? Is there snot in my nose? How much space am I taking up? Is my armpit hair peaking out? Did that laugh sound weird? Should I have shaved my legs?

You just existed in the moment, and the moment was always, completely… Eddie.

Eddie learning to play Metallica songs while you drew pictures of monsters the lyrics made you think of; he stuck them all on his wall with push pins, a collage of your creations growing. Eddie getting high while you watched, instructing him to put his head in your lap, close his eyes, and let you braid his hair. Eddie practicing for the new Hellfire campaign, bouncing around the room doing voices and movements different from his own. Eddie holding out grabby hands to you, begging for cuddles while you watched horror movies until curfew.

It was easy to lose whole days in that room, and you let it happen regularly and happily. It was significantly better than being at your house, where your parents were growing angrier at your distance from them, which they wrongly assumed also meant your grades were slipping.

“That is… Drumroll, please,” Eddie said in his best game show host voice. You drummed your pencils on the kitchen bench of his trailer. “CORRRRRECT! She’s done it again, ladies and gentlemen. The perfect test score!”

Eddie made every practice test like that. Fun. Engaging. Memorable. It anchored your learning to semantic memory. The more time you spent with Eddie, your already good grades were getting even better.

He read your essays, adding tips from when he’d been in that class. Just because he had failed didn’t mean he was dumb. He knew what the teachers wanted; he just lacked the motivation to give it to them. He got you from an A- to an A+ in English, his creative flair helping to give all your pieces that extra special thing teachers loved.

Your parents didn’t want to hear about it though. They barely tolerated hearing Eddie’s name at all. Any evidence that disproved their preconceived idea of him was banned from conversation. Things were becoming tenser with them, which meant you spent more time at Eddie’s, which continued the cycle of shitty parenting and avoidant behaviour.

None of it mattered when you were alone with Eddie.

When you walked side by side, he would lace his fingers between yours or wrap an arm around your shoulder. At the cafeteria table, Eddie’s leg would hook around your ankle. Sometimes he’d reach out and tap on your fingernails like he was playing the piano. Best though, was always going to be being together in that bedroom.

Sitting on his bed, he’d pull your legs over his and hold them. When you sat at his dresser doing school work, he’d sit at your feet and lean against the chair just to be close. The melodies he played then were always soft and always came from his acoustic guitar.

When you got sleepy, he’d tell you to nap, then hold you close as a big spoon should. He was careful where he placed his hands, knowing it would take one wrong move to make your self-consciousness snap back in an instant. So, he’d often just hold his arms off you a little bit and twinkle his fingers, his mute way of telling you to put him where you wanted him.

Eddie kept an eye on the time, never letting you be late for curfew because he knew the wrath it would result in. Even when you protested, even when he had to wake you up, and even when you tried to hide tears, he would usher you out to his van and take you home, feeling like shit the entire way.

Eddie wanted you to fall asleep in his bed and not have to wake until morning.

He wanted you to look in the mirror and see what he saw.

The thing he couldn’t stop thinking about though, the thing he couldn’t help picturing all fucking day, was kissing you.

When your focus was elsewhere, he’d study your lips. The cupid bow. The way you sucked your bottom lip in when you were anxious or concentrating. The lip balm you used that was meant to be unscented but he swore was vanillary.

He was a man possessed by a singular thought and it was getting ridiculously distracting. He wanted you to be ready but he wouldn’t know when that was unless he asked you. So, that’s what he’d do. Eddie decided on a course of action and plotted it out in his mind, all while watching you politely listen to Dustin and Mike try to convince you that their respective girlfriends were better than the other’s.

“Um… They both sound really cool,” you offered.

“No, but El is like, a superhero,” Mike repeated for the sixth time.

“Nobody knows what that means,” Gareth said from across the table.

“Suzie has long curly hair, huh? Huh?” Dustin said, elbowing you like you’d know what that was code for. You just shrugged at him. “You love people with long curly hair!” Dustin clarified, annoyed that he had to spell it out. He pointed at Eddie, who was lost in his own ‘I’m gonna kiss her so much’ plans.

You looked over your shoulder at Eddie, smiled at the far-off expression on his face, then turned back to the freshmen. “I just… don’t really… want to compare girls like that. Can’t they both just be the best?”

Dustin groaned and Mike pushed his lunch tray away dramatically.

“They’re probably not the best,” Gareth said, making the freshmen freeze and glare. “I mean, what kind of girls would date you losers?”

A trail mix and potato-tot fight ensued.

…

Starcourt Mall 2.0 was not the destination you expected to arrive at. Looking over at Eddie, you cocked your head in confusion.

“Trust me,” he said.

“You literally were going on about how you’re glad it burnt down the other day,” you reminded him. There was a speech about how all the shops in the mall were part of the man’s plan to make everyone look the same. Dress the same. Eat the same. While Eddie didn’t walk on tables to make his point, it was all very dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but it got me thinking. They rebuilt, so maybe, you know, different stores,”

“Okay, that’s… fair…”

“I know what you’re thinking,” Eddie said. “I promised a special date and now we’re at the mall. But-”

“Trust you?” you finished for him.

Eddie grinned and nodded. He jumped from the van and came to open your door, something he did religiously. Sometimes he’d say an accompanying ‘my lady,’ or just bow at your service.

As you walked through the mall hand-in-hand with Eddie, you took stock of how the mall had changed. Before the fire, you’d go there all the time. When you were with other cheerleaders, the group of you were a force to be reckoned with. People would scatter out of the way, afraid of being targeted by way too cool teenage girls. It was more about being there and being seen, rather than the act of consumerism. Although, new lipstick and dresses were often purchased, and often at the command of Hayley.

You didn’t miss that, but as you walked by the book store, you remembered quiet Sunday afternoons with Chrissy. Picking out romance novels and giggling over pages when they got steamy. Sometimes you missed her, but required to pick between you and the rest of the cheer squad, Chrissy chose the path of least resistance.

 “So, I don’t think you were listening, had your head buried in Pet Sematary-”

“It’s really good!” you chimed in.

Eddie smiled. “I thought you’d like it. But the other day, when Wheeler was talking about his kid sister, you weren’t paying attention?” He waited for you to confirm, which you did. “Good, so, he said his mum made him take her here. I know it’s like, for kids, but it’s kind of fucked up when you think about it. And it’s cute. So I thought it was, I don’t know, representative… Of us,”

“We’re… cute and fucked up?” you asked, trying to figure out what the hell he could be talking about.

“Yeah. Basically. Um, and I checked, you know, that we could do it. That it wasn’t literally only for children,”

“That we could do what?”

Your question was timed perfectly as you walked around a corner and arrived at a brightly lit store with rainbow colours painted on the walls.

“Build a bear!” Eddie announced.

The shop was more of a one-room workshop. To the right was a wall of soft toys, teddies and cats and puppies and some creatures you didn’t recognise. Below them were bins full of, well, the skins of the soft toys. You watched a kid pick one up and take it over to a girl sitting at a big machine full of fluffy teddy stuffing. The stuffing was rolling around in the machine, warm and alive.

“I’m gonna name mine Angel,” Eddie said, pulling you into the store.

“You’re right… This is kind of fucked up,” you mused, holding the skin of a brown highland cow teddy in your hands.

Eddie nodded, making a half giggle half snort sound as he pulled a baby pink and horrifically hollow cat out of a bin.

“Hi! Welcome to Build-a-Bear. My name is Kasey and I’ll be your bear builder today. Have you chosen a pawsome friend to join your family?!”

Kasey was full of pep on the outside but you figured she was probably dying on the inside. Maybe that’s why she was at your sides so quickly – any chance to serve someone other than a screaming six-year-old.

“You don’t have to… like… do the whole thing,” you said to her.

Kasey shrugged. “It’s honestly easier than trying to have a genuine conversation every time. I used to work at McDonalds. This is way better,”

“But no free fries,” Eddie joked.

Kasey looked at him with the dead-eyed vacant expression of a retail worker. “There were no free fries. Anyway, that your pick?” she asked him, pointing to the pink cat. Eddie nodded. “And you’ve got Longhorn?”

“That’s his name?” you asked, looking at the dead cow in your hands.

“They’re all Longhorn, until you know, you name it,” she answered, leading you to the stuffing machine. “We’ll fill them up then you can put whatever you want in there.”

Eddie had his cat filled firmly, so she would sit in a cute pose on one of his guitar amps. Yours was much more soft, floppy and cuddly in your arms.

“These are their hearts,” Kasey said, handing you each a small red pillowed heart. “Next, we do the Build-a-Bear heart ceremony. Shake it up in your palms to bring them to life. Rub their hearts on your forehead so the bears will be smart.”

You weren’t sure if she was serious, but Eddie was already smooshing the heart into his head, so you copied him.

“Rub your cheeks, so the bears will be cheeky. And on your back, so they'll always have your back. Lastly, over your hearts, so they’ll be full of love. Now they’re ready. Put them inside,”

“Wait. Here. Have mine,” Eddie said, pushing his heart into the open stitching of your cow.

“Then here,” you replied, gifting his cat your heart.

Kasey pulled at the threading of the teddies and sewed them close. She directed you to where you could pick an outfit for them.

“Holy shit. These bears have better career options than me,” 

“I don’t see a rockstar outfit though,” you said looking at the uniforms and clothing on offer. You walked away from Eddie to where you spotted a tiny leather jacket.

When you reconvened at the counter, Eddie’s cat was dressed in a denim jacket, much like the one you were wearing. He grinned at your own choice, taking it and making it kiss the cat.

“Oh my god,” you squealed, snatching the toys from Eddie. 

You put the bears on the counter, and let Eddie pay for them.

“You get a birth certificate,” the woman at the counter said. She pulled two pre-printed pieces of paper out and handed you both a pen.

You watched Eddie write ‘Angel’ in his best handwriting in the blank space on his certificate.

Looking down at your own, you thought. Obviously, you had chosen the highland cow for his messy mop of hair and big brown eyes, but you didn’t really want to name him Eddie. With no other nicknames, you had to brainstorm quickly. ‘Hellfire’ seemed fitting, and when you glanced at Eddie, the smile on his face was all the reassurance you needed.

Eddie thanked the bear builders and handed you Hellfire while putting Angel under his arm. “I’m hungry,” he said, taking your free hand and walking from the store.

Eddie had learned not to politely ask ‘are you hungry’ or ‘do you want something to eat’ because you would always say no. If he hid his care for you under a cloak of his own needs, you’d usually follow his lead. His second trick was dubbed sharing is caring.

“Do you wanna share some nachos?”

“Yeah, ‘kay,” you replied, sitting at the food court table Eddie had placed Angel on.

“You look after the children,” he said with a shameless smile.

Alone in the middle of a place that used to mean something so different to you, you felt strange. Kind of spacey. By the time Eddie returned, the biggest plate of nachos you had ever seen put on the table, you were zoned out.

“I got extra guacamole. ‘Cause you love avocado,” he told you. Eddie hated avocado, so he rotated the plate so the green was closer to you. “Hey. You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning your expression, then the food court.

“Yeah. Just thinking,”

“Good stuff?”

Nodding, you replied, “Yeah.”

You used the plastic fork to eat a solid portion of the food. Eddie used his hands and went through a pile of napkins. You accepted his offer to share his milkshake, and you let him down half your Dr Pepper in return.

“You’re quiet,” he said as you made your way back through Starcourt to the parking lot.

“I know… I'm okay though,”

“What’s happening? Up here?” Eddie motioned to his own head, kind of circling it like he was drawing a halo.

“Uh… I don’t really… know. It’s weird. I’m like… A bit spaced out. But in a good way? I’m not really thinking anything.”

Eddie thought for a second. “I don’t wanna alarm you, but could you possibly be just… you know, happy?”

“Eddie. I’m happy a lot,” you said defensively enough that he knew he was on to something.

“Yeah, I know, but like, maybe you’re just... really here. Right now. In this minute.”

Eddie stopped at your side of the van and held your hand as you stepped up into the passenger seat. You took Angel from him, hugging her and Hellfire to you.

Your nose tingled and tears pricked at the sides of your eyes. Eddie stepped closer, the height difference between you removed by your seated position. You sat back a little and watched him look at you carefully. He was waiting for you to say something, but you couldn’t. Words would get stuck behind the lump in your throat.

A small nod was all you could offer, but for Eddie, it was poetry in motion.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

The food in your stomach flipped and your teeth clenched together with anxiety. You were entirely freaked out, but you had never wanted something so desperately before. Again, all you could do was nod. He asked if you were sure. Somehow, you managed to squeak out, “Yes.”

Eddie carefully closed the gap between you, pushing his forehead against yours. Your eyes closed immediately and you took a sharp breath in. Eddie ran his nose along yours, waited for you to breathe out, then gently pressed his lips to yours. Before you could think to move, his lips were gone, but he hadn’t moved away.

Eddie’s hands came to cup your face. He kissed you again, lingering a little longer to let you catch up. You kissed back. It was awkward and sweet and you didn’t know what to do because the only other time you’d been that close to someone was a drunk Andy, who mostly just mashed his teeth to yours and tried to make you swallow his tongue.

This was nothing like that.

“You good?” Eddie asked, not moving away from you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, staying still in his hands.

Eddie kissed you, letting you grow a tiny bit bolder, parting your lips against his and waiting for him to do the same. Although you were still a burning ball of nerves, there was something almost second nature about kissing Eddie. It wasn’t that you knew exactly what to do, but you knew whatever you did, it would be right. You couldn’t fuck it up.

“Can we go home?” you asked after the fourth and fifth kiss.

“Yeah, Angel. Let’s go home.”

Letting go of you and stepping back made Eddie ache in a way he’d never felt. He knew it was a love-adjacent feeling, so he didn’t fight it.

On the ride home, you held Angel and Hellfire and tried to not giggle madly.  

…

“I’m serious, Ed, this is not bad at all,” Wayne said, looking in disbelief at the bowl of butterscotch pudding in front of him.

“It’s just sugar and flour,” Eddie dismissed.

10:00 pm was fast approaching and Wayne was due to leave for his night shift at work. Eddie, bored and caught up on homework, found an old recipe book shoved in the back of a kitchen cabinet when he was looking for something sweet. He followed the instructions and produced a more than decent pudding while Wayne woke and got ready.

They ate the dessert together, then Wayne bid his nephew goodnight.

It was a Wednesday night, the week after Build-a-Bear Saturday. You’d spent the rest of the day together in Eddie’s room, figuring out how to kiss each other in a way that would make your knees wobbly and Eddie’s entire body go rigid.

Every moment without you since then was torture. Monday’s classes sucked. Tuesday’s classes sucked. That day’s classes, yep, sucked. Making the pudding was really a welcomed distraction.

“Alright,” Eddie said to himself after ten minutes had gone by and he was still sitting at the kitchen bench staring off into space. He got up and moved the dishes into the sink. He looked at them and they looked back.

The phone rang. Eddie was thrilled. He could pretend the call made him forget to do the dishes.

“Greetings and salutations. You have reached the Munson residence. How may I direct your call?” he answered. Eddie knew the sound of your crying too well. The small sniffles on the other end of the line made all the joy evaporate from him. “Angel? Baby, what’s wrong?”

Standing in a phone booth a couple of blocks from your house, you started to really cry. Of course, he’d know it’s you without you even having to speak.

Eddie let you cry for less than a minute before coaching you through some deep breaths. He said your name a couple of times, then asked where you were. He told you to walk another block over, to where there was an all-night liquor place, and wait for him there.

The guy behind the counter at Hot Shot Liquor watched you sit on the curb outside the store and curl up into yourself. He was going to go out and ask if you needed help, but decided it was none of his business.

As soon as you saw Eddie’s van come around the corner, you were up. He tore out of the driver’s seat and held you tightly when you threw yourself into his arms.

“You’re okay. S’alright. I got you,” he whispered, repeating himself with small changes to sentence structure and word order.

When he felt like you could stand on your own two feet, Eddie pulled away from you just enough to see your face. He put his hands in the sleeves of the Anthrax hoodie he was wearing and wiped your face free from tears, snot, and spit.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” 

You nodded, looking at him through clumped-together eyelashes.

Eddie held your sad face in his hands and studied you for a second before leaning in and kissing you gently. Immediately, you kissed him back, deepening the kiss and adding a needy intensity that Eddie embraced in full.

You had thought kissing was a nice thing. It was about romance and fluffy feelings. But standing under a flickering neon 24/7 Liquor sign, cold and scared, you found out that kissing was now a necessity. You needed it. You needed to feel Eddie’s mouth against yours. You needed to feel like he wanted you like you wanted him. It was about romance, sure, but a feral kind of romance.

“Come on,” Eddie whispered when you both came up for air, his hands still holding you. You nodded into him but made no attempt to move.

He held you for a few more moments, then walked you around the van and helped you up. For the entire drive, he let you keep one of his hands between yours, not letting go to turn corners or park.

Eddie was back at your door to lead you inside. The trailer was warm and smelt good, that was all you really registered. Eddie pulled you along into his room, where you sat on the edge of his bed. He knelt in front of you.

“What do-” Eddie stopped mid-sentence to change his approach. “Do you know what you need? Or what you’d like?”

You looked at him, your eyes still filled with tears. Although you tried to think, tried to help him help you, your mind was all static and emotion. The best you could do was shrug, which you felt dumb and useless for but it was truly all you could do.

“That’s okay. Um, how ‘bout…” Eddie was thinking, his eyes darting around his room for inspiration. He remembered then; he had a surprise for you. Something special in his stockpile of gifts. “Do you want to change into something more comfy?”

Eddie stood and made his way over to where clothes were shoved haphazardly into a set of drawers. You watched him, hoping he wasn’t going to try to offer you any of his own wardrobe. Your cup size alone meant none of Eddie’s t-shirts would fit. If you thought of the size of his thighs compared to yours, you’d vomit.

“Because it just so happens that I got something for you,” Eddie said, his back still to you. “Has to be a secret though. The guys are so fuckin’ precious about the goddamn shirts, if they know I’ve given you one, they’ll lose it.”

Eddie turned around and held up a Hellfire shirt, the same as his, but in your size. Actually, maybe two sizes bigger.

“Figured you’d just wear it here, maybe for when we have our Saturday siestas, or whatever. Whatever you want,” he explained as he handed it to you. “I got it made bigger so it would be extra comfy.”

Your brain was short-circuiting.

Your silence was terrifying Eddie. Wayne had warned him that getting clothes for you would be risky. It involved guessing your size, which Eddie knew was a particular insecurity you had. Had he fucked up?

Eddie crossed his arms across his chest as he waited. Still, silence. He moved one of his hands to his face so he could chew on his fingernails.

“If it’s stupid-”

“It’s not stupid!” you almost yelled, cutting off Eddie. As you spoke you stood, too excited to be self-conscious. You moved to be in front of Eddie’s mirror, threw off the jacket and t-shirt you were wearing, quickly replacing it with the Hellfire shirt.

It fit exactly how you’d want it to and it smelled like Eddie. How long had he been keeping it hidden away in those drawers?

You felt different. It’s like the shirt was magic. Somehow, you didn’t fucking hate your reflection, even with the puffy eyes and messy hair. You kicked off your shoes and decided to go all in, unzipping and pulling off your jeans before you could think about it too much.

Eddie watched all of this in awe. He watched you look at yourself and smile. It was a proper smile. You looked at him then and he swore to god he was going to love you forever. He was going to fucking burst if he didn’t tell you.

“I love you,” he said, the words falling quickly from his mouth.

“I love you too,” you replied. It’s the easiest thing you’d ever said.

After warmed up butterscotch pudding and a debrief about how your parents had crossed the line between controlling and cruel, you cuddled up in Eddie’s bed. The radio was on in the background, turned down enough to be ambient more than clearly audible.

“This okay?” he whispered, his fingers ghosting down your back and along your bare thighs. You nod into him, pressed a kiss to his collarbone. It was more than okay.

Next Chapter - 5: Buzzkill

End Note: Build-a-Bear didn’t open until the late 90s, but I am pretending it was founded in like, 1985-ish, because how perfect was it?

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after 40,000 years i’m finally gonna post chapter 3 of “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” and another part (not the season 3 part 2 chapter 🫤) of eddie/steve x platonic! (007) experiment! reader between today and tomorrowwwww 🤭🤭🤭

Holy shit. I dropped my Alexa on the ground and it broke. And a tiny woman crawled out thanking me for her freedom. She said she was going to go return to her forest home.

hear me out... A. blurb smut where sub!Eddie and dom!fem reader takes a bath together.

Omfggg yes!! She fills the tub with some luxury bubble bath and handcuffs him to the towel rack behind him. Eddie is forced to watch as she bathes, the warm sudsy water running over her tits. And she turns around opening up her cheeks to wash her tight puckered hole. The whole time Eddie is frothing at the mouth, pulling against the cuffs. He’s so hard and the water sloshing around as she moves is enough to make his cock twitch. He might come the next time she splashes him.

She straddles him and gently plays with the head of his leaking cock with the wash cloth, the fibers tickling him.

“Please Kitten,” he cries. “Can I come?”

She chuckles, “Wasn’t this your idea Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweet girl, but—”

She grips the base of his cock. She can feel the thick thatch of his pubes. She can’t wait to feel the hair tickle her nose later…

“But nothing, Big Boy.”

She leans forward, their foreheads touching. The steam from the water wafting around them. She reckons they have about another hour before someone comes home. She jacks him off slowly. His sack has never felt heavier.

“You’ll enjoy what I give you. Maybe later you can have some of your Kitten’s milk.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to get you back, baby. Your cunt is mine.”

She stops moving and Eddie mewls. The cuffs clink against the bath tiles. “Right now your cock is mine and I’ll treat him however I please,” she says.

Eddie moves his hips to get more friction. She cups his chin and stuff her thumb in his mouth. He sucks, running his tongue over the tip, a promise of what’s to come later for when he’s between her thick thighs.

Fuck. He was a sneaky lover.

“Your cock is mine. Your come is mine. Understood?”

“Understood, Kitten,” he says, her thumb between his teeth now. As much as she was enjoying domming him for once, she couldn’t wait to feel his teeth nibble her clit. He was a triple threat when he teased her clit, with two fingers in her ass, and three fingers in her cunt. Maybe they could fuck raw later in her mom’s garden—

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard a pair of feet thundering up the stairs. She gasped hearing her little sister Erica call out of her.

“Fuck! What is she doing home?!” Eddie asked.

“How should I know? Mom said she had a sleepover.”

“Well,” they tensed hearing Erica’s voice right outside the bathroom door. “We we’re all at Rochelle’s house when her dad’s girlfriend came home with Rochelle’s mom and two other women he was seeing. It was better than when J.R got shot.”

“Erica! Get away from the door and give your sister some privacy,” Sue ordered.

They heard the pre teen shuffle off. “That was close,” she sighed against Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’m still close,” Eddie huffed.

“How fast can you—”

“Speed of lighting,” he grinned.

She moved her hands on his shaft.

A strong knock on the door made her jump.

“Hey honey!” Her mom called. “Your father was called in for emergency surgery at the hospital so it’s just us tonight. I got Domino’s and both Alien movies. Lucas should be home after practice.”

“Ok! Thanks mom!” She hollered.

“Don’t be in there all night wasting my water.”

“Ok I’m coming!”

“I’m not,” Eddie groaned. She slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Tell Eddie I got extra olives on the supreme just for him.”

Eddie licked her hand, the sudden action making her move. “Thanks Mrs.Sinclair!”

Listening to her mom go back downstairs, the two lovers stared at each other. The water had long since gone cold. Eddie leans forward as much as he can to kiss her pouty lips.

“Don’t be so sad Kitten. Now we have free food.”

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after 40,000 years i’m finally gonna post chapter 3 of “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” and another part (not the season 3 part 2 chapter 🫤) of eddie/steve x platonic! (007) experiment! reader between today and tomorrowwwww 🤭🤭🤭

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What if like it’s the start of the whole Z thing and people are packing getting outta dodge. And Eddie comes to get Reader who doesn’t realize what’s going on? 🥺

yes let's get this party started tysm for ur request!!! zombie!au | eddie comes to get you at the start of the apocalypse ♡ fem!reader

You're lying on the floor in your bedroom when you hear wheels screeching against asphalt outside. It's a scorching hot day, too hot to want to move, and the floor feels much cooler than anywhere else. You can't bring yourself to get up and investigate, lazing over the wooden floor practically lackadaisical.

You wonder if it's your roommate coming home from her vacation, though why she'd be driving like a lunatic is anyone's guess.

"Always so dramatic," you murmur to yourself, distracted from the book you've held in hand. You let it fall flat to your chest with a huff.

Another screech, louder than the first. You raise your brows and gaze toward the open window as a door opens and promptly slams.

Then, with enough urgency to have you heart in your throat, Eddie starts to shout your name. None of his usual care, only your name on repeat and a hammering at the door downstairs. You live in a simple three bedroom home that's been converted into two apartments, so if he wants to see you he has to wait, or do as he's doing now — harass your downstairs neighbours. They must let him in, because by the time you've scrambled to the window he's not outside the door.

Your name up the stairs. His thundering footsteps.

You throw open your bedroom door and race down the hall to meet him.

"I'm coming, Eddie!" you call, and then add, "It's okay!" for good measure. He sounds freaked.

He hears your voice and stops shouting.

Your hands tremble as you turn the key the wrong way. His shouting has given you a horrible dose of anxiety, worried maybe someone's been hurt. It's the kind of urgency that comes with emergencies — you're expecting to open the door and have him drag you out to the hospital.

"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" you ask as you pull open the door.

Eddie doesn't even look at you. He pushes past you, the roughest he's ever treated you outside of play wrestling, and your hips bump the sideboard behind. Everything rattles.

"Come and help me," he calls.

He bursts into your room. You follow, chest pounding staccato under your hand. "Help you what? Eddie, what the fuck?"

"There's these-" He throws his gaze over his shoulder at you, brown eyes usually so soft sharpened by panic, by a need to move. "We have to get the fuck out of here."

You stare at him. "What happened, baby?"

Eddie gets wound up by everything. Little things sometimes blow really big, and he can't articulate what's bothering him so he just starts yelling.

"We have to go. We have to- I already got some shit in the van, but you need your clothes, and we need food."

"Food?"

That's what clues you in. That and Eddie's complete lack of respect for your wardrobe. He throws the door open and grabs all of your clothes. Party clothes, knit wear, stuff you haven't worn in years.

"What are you-"

"We'll take it all. You can get rid of what you don't want after."

"Tell me what's happening," you demand, foot tapping.

Eddie turns to you, takes you by the shoulders, and frowns. "You trust me. I know you trust me. Pack your things, things you can't live without. Pack them now." He finally cracks, sees the panic on his face mirrored on your own. "There are fucking monsters out there."

You want to laugh because it's an unconvincing concept. Monsters, like you're in a movie, like you're in one of his make-believe fantasy games..

"Eddie-"

"Pack your things."

Eddie almost dives under your bed to grab your backpack, forcing it into your hands. His aren't shaking like yours, but they're frenetic. He moves like he might grab your wrists and then leaves your bedroom entirely.

You take a step to follow him.

"I'm serious! Pack your shit! We have to go," he yells. The kitchen door creaks open. Your fridge unseals and there's a great scraping sound like all the shelves are being pulled out. This continues onto the cupboards; cereal shook like rain on wood, the metal clunk of heavy tin cans, the metallic clash of the cutlery drawer being pulled against its stopper.

You bite your lip hard in an attempt to force yourself back to reality, but there's no reality to go to. There can't be monsters. It's not something that would happen.

"This isn't a funny joke," you say angrily, too quiet for him to hear. You repeat yourself as you walk down the hall and into the kitchen, which he's all but trashed. "This isn't a funny joke. This is mean. I don't know if you had a bad fucking whitey or you've been reading too many of those weird books, but this isn't funny."

Eddie only turns to look at you where he'd been searching your kitchen cabinets when your voice cracks.

"I'm not joking."

He says it absolutely.

You let him lead you back into your bedroom. He takes the backpack from your hands and opens it wide, offering you the two sides so he can tip your underwear into the bag. Socks and panties fall all over the floor and he grabs them without a joke, or an oggling, or even a salacious, smarmy smirk.

"Reefer Rick calls me this morning. He says, Eds, you know that fucking rabies thing they had in Detroit? I told him I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about."

Eddie moves to your nightstand, grabs all your meds and keepsakes and stuffs them into the bag.

"He says okay, but you heard about martial law in Russia, right? I said don't be a fucking asshole, everyone has. Martial law because of the virus, the virus that was making people hostile? That shit is real. They had it in Russia, they had it in China, they have it here. Michigan, Illinois, the people are going fucking crazy and eating each other, baby."

He's moved now to your t-shirts. He doesn't bother putting them in the bag, just has them in a pile on the ground. He adds your trousers. He doesn't bother with your skirts.

"What else do you need?"

You stare at him.

"We have to leave, sweetheart," he says desperately. "If it happens in Ohio or Kentucky, we're fucked. We'll be trapped."

"If what happens?" you ask miserably.

"It's a sickness. Rick says it's a sickness, and he said they fucking killed some guy in Indianapolis who had it. I turn on the radio and-"

Somebody starts screaming in the apartment downstairs.

Eddie pales. You grow incredibly still.

"Carry as much as you can," he says. "If we can, we'll come back."

Eddie grabs the box of pilfered foods from the kitchen and you follow him down the stairs.

Whoever's screaming won't stop. It's a chilling sound. Loud, repetitive screams. Eddie holds his finger over his lips and he looks so domineering you can't help it, you start crying then and there. He inclines his head to the door, listening for movement, and when there isn't any he walks straight past the apartment door and to the main building door.

He opens it and gestures quickly for you to leave. You walk fast out of the door and down the single step. Eddie's van is still running on the curb.

You open the door and climb in, slamming your head against the roof in your hurry. Eddie shoves the box of food at your feet and runs around the hood. He gets in, he closes the door, and he waits.

You lock your door. You lean over Eddie to lock his and can't make yourself sit back down.

He takes your face into his hand. He isn't gentle, but he's far from cruel.

Eddie scrubs away your tears with his thumb.

"Do you think we should go see what's..." you begin to ask.

He looks like he wants to say no. It's shocking. It hurts, thinking that Eddie wouldn't go make sure someone's okay. But you find yourself too scared to do it yourself, and you realise he's afraid. You're both petrified.

"We have to," you whisper.

"I have to keep you safe." He speaks an inch from your face.

"She's not... I mean. She's not dangerous. She's scared. What if it was me?"

"But it's not you."

"If," you say slowly, brain numb with overstimulation, "it were me. And somebody could help me. Wouldn't you want them to?"

You've no clue what's wrong or why she's screaming. These monsters he's talking about, she probably just saw them on TV.

Eddie nods. "You stay here."

"Idiot," he chastises, taking your hand.

You let him get out of the car and wait a few seconds before you follow. He glares at you and stops. You both stand there for a moment, willing one another to do what the other wants.

"I'm not gonna let you go alone."

You look down at your joined hands and squeeze his fingers. You take a very deep breath.

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